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“Not too late to change your mind, babe.” Scott smiled wryly, down on his haunches a few feet away, closing up a box.
“What’d be the point?” Tad laughed, casting him a look. “As of late, the number of sleepovers at your place has been absurd.”
Scott’s lips quirked. “Absurd is certainlyoneway to describe them. Although, the adjectiveI’dpersonally go with is—”
Tad coughed loudly to drown him out, then laughed and pointed at him sternly, a flush darkening his cheeks. “No. Keep that shit to yourself. We’ve got company.”
Kai smiled a little, amused by their chemistry, then got back to packing up more kitchen stuff. He’d agreed a while back to help Scott move Tad out. So here he was, grabbing silverware from a drawer and shoving it into a box.
Scott snickered and rose to his feet. “Made you blush, shy boy.”
“Pfft. No, you didn’t.” Tad’s next laugh was quieter, his voice a little softer.
“Sure, I did,” Scott murmured playfully. “Come on, I’ll show you. Let’s go to the bathroom and take a look in the mirror.”
Tad grinned, shaking his head. “Not going anywhere with you.”
Scott made a rumbly sound and grasped Tad’s elbow. “Oh, trust me.Thisreflection, you won’t want to miss.” There were multiple meanings to his words. Kai could easily discern them.
Tad went quiet, the two now communicating with just their eyes. Scott bit his lip and slowly smiled wider.
Tad flushed even deeper, then cleared his throat. “Fine. Let’s go prove you wrong. Besides… I uh… you know… still have to pack up my toiletries… and stuff.”
“Boom. Two birds with one stone.” Scott swiped up an empty box, then started down the hallway with Tad in tow. “Masterbathroom, I presume?”
“Um, yeah. Yup. I’d been waiting to, you know, pack up my shampoo and toothpaste and shit.”
“Of course, makes total sense,” Scott tossed over his shoulder. “Be right back, Kai. This’ll only take a sec.”
They ducked into Tad’s bedroom.
Kai smirked, not even remotely fooled. By that tone in Scott’s voice, ‘a sec’ would amount to a solid thirty minutes.
Sure enough, a heartbeat later, he heard kissing. Then a soft, muted moan. Then Scott’s low, rakish chuckle. “Uh huh. Look. What’d I tell you? Where’s your phone, Tad. Need to document this shit.”
Tad’s muffled grouse quickly turned into a laugh. “Dude. That’s not my back pocket. Get your hand outta my pan—” A sharp gasp, then a stifled, “Ungh fuck…”
Scott’s happy growl.
Another of Tad’s hushed, breathless laughs. “Dude. You aresucha fuckin’—Ungh!— For crying out loud, at least close the frickin’ door.”
Said door banged shut as if it’d been greeted by a foot.
Kai shook his head and pulled out his phone. Definitely time for sound control. The walls in this apartment werewaytoo thin.
Music emerged and filled the small kitchen galley. Kai finished with the cutlery, then moved on to empty the cupboards. A couple of plates, some bowls, two coffee mugs. He opened another cabinet, making good time, only to stop in his tracks when he spotted a George Mason Patriots water bottle. His chest tightened as he eyed its logo. Dark green letters with yellow accents—and an orange basketball.
Fuck. He rubbed his eyes and loosed a slow, tired breath. While in Tad’s presence for the last two hours, he’d been trying like hell not to think about Breck. And it’d been working.
Kind of.
A little.
But this unexpected reminder wasn’t helping his cause.
In truth, it felt a lot like salt poured into an open wound.
Muttering an oath, he grabbed the bottle and dropped it into the box, determined not to get dragged back into last night’s emotional abyss.
